ccustomed to remark to the purchasers of his pictures, that he sold
them the landscape, and presented them with the figures gratis."

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"TINTORETTO," says his biographer, "produced works in which the most
captious of critics could not find a shade of defect."

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KISSING THE FOOT.

Rollo, the celebrated Danish hero, (whose stature is said to have been
so gigantic, that no horse could carry him) on becoming a feudatory of
the French crown, was required, in conformity with general usage, to
kiss the foot of his superior lord; but he refused to stoop to what he
considered so great a degradation; yet as the homage could not be
dispensed with, he ordered one of his warriors to perform it for him.
The latter, as proud as his chief, instead of stooping to the royal
foot, raised it so high, that the poor monarch fell to the ground, amid
the laughter of the assembly.

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BOHEMIAN BLESSING.

Now sleep in blessedness--till morn
Brings its sweet light;
And hear the awful voice of God
Bid ye--Good Night!
Yet ere the hand of slumber close
The eye of care,
For the poor huntsman's soul's repose
Pour out one prayer.

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REVIEWING.

There are three ways of reviewing a book. First, to take no more notice
of it, or of its author, than if neither the one nor the other had ever
been produced--cautiously to avoid the most distant allusions to their
names, characters, or professions, thereby avoiding all personality, in
their case at least, all intrusion, either into public or private life.
Secondly, to select all the good passages, and to comment upon them with
such power and vivacity, that beside your pearls they seem paste.
Thirdly, to select all the best passages, and to string them all
together on a very slight thread--like dew-drops on gossamer--and boldly
palm it upon the public as an original article.--_Blackwood's Mag_.

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MOTTOES FOR SUN DIALS.

_By the Rev. W. Lisle Bowles_.

MORNING SUN.--_Tempus volat_.
OH! early passenger, look up--be wise,
And think how, night and day, TIME ONWARD
FLIES.

NOON.--_Dum tempus habemus, operemur bonum_.
Life steals away--this hour, oh man, is lent thee,
Patient to "WORK THE WORK OF HIM WHO SENT
THEE."